Brother Song and Fang Tang fell to the ground dazed and confused.

Brother Song had a dark bruise on his forehead, and Fang Tang's glasses were broken.

Yang Fei stood imposingly in front of them, rubbing his hands together eagerly.

"Come on" he said, "let me tell you, I have three main principles when it comes to fighting."

"Hit the weak, hit those already down, and hit the pretentious ones—you guys have all three, so bring it on, will you?"

In Brother Song's eyes flared a furious fire, and he got up, ready to fight Yang Fei to the death.

But Fang Tang firmly grasped his hand.

His voice was urgent and deep.

"Brother Song, we are at Jingshui Villa. This guy has hit people and caused burns. Young Master Ming Tai won't let him off; we don't need to stoop to his level."

At the mention of "Young Master Ming Tai," Brother Song suddenly shuddered.

This Young Master Ming Tai was famously averse to violence.

If he found out that this hotel odd-job man had actually been fighting and injuring people in the Villa, he would never forgive him.

Supported by Fang Tang, Brother Song struggled to stand up.

He pointed at Yang Fei and said viciously, "You just wait. Young Master Ming Tai will settle the score with you."

Yang Fei snorted and made as if to charge over and kick him.

Brother Song and Fang Tang quickly turned tail and ran.

Yang Fei laughed heartily behind them.

By the time Yang Fei returned to his room, Liang Jiayi had already woken up.

After her nap, Liang Jiayi's cheeks were a delicate pink, making her look irresistibly charming.

Yang Fei walked in, and Liang Jiayi gave him a cold look.

"Where have you been? Even if you're a fake boyfriend, you should at least act the part."

Yang Fei grinned cheekily: "Staying here and sleeping with you would really be inappropriate, heh heh."

Liang Jiayi's face turned red, and she clenched her small fists, "What are you blabbering about? Believe it or not, I'll hit you?"

As she spoke, she couldn't help but giggle coquettishly.

Yang Fei, proud of himself, pulled out three checks from his pocket and waved them at Liang Jiayi.

"I haven't been idle, these past two hours, I made a big deal, heh heh."

Liang Jiayi, with her sharp eyes, immediately spotted a string of dizzying zeros on the checks, and she was startled.

She quickly snatched the checks from Yang Fei's hand.

Liang Jiayi counted the numbers carefully and was so shocked she froze, "Oh my God, ten million…"

Even with Liang Jiayi's strong family background, it was impossible to just casually pull out ten million as a show-off.

Of course, business investments are an exception.

Yang Fei took the checks back from Liang Jiayi's hands and lazily corrected her.

"Not ten million, thirty million,"

"Heh heh, they insisted on giving me a red envelope; I couldn't just refuse, could I?"

"How did you get this money? Tell me clearly,"

Liang Jiayi was extremely worried.

She knew Yang Fei's character—fearing nothing and nobody, always stirring up trouble and acting recklessly.

But they were at Young Master Ming Tai's Jingshui Villa; if he angered Young Master Ming Tai, Yang Fei was definitely going to be in trouble.

Yang Fei didn't hide it from Liang Jiayi, and shared the details about the car racing and gambling.

In the end, he grinned, fanning himself with the checks as if they were a fan.

"Judge for me—weren't they just handing money over to this great master? How could I not accept?"

Liang Jiayi let out a sigh of relief.

Car racing and gambling were typical reckless gambles among these elite offspring.

Usually, the stakes were either in the hundreds of thousands or millions.

This time, however, the stakes were incredibly high.

Normally, when they gambled on car racing, there were wins and losses.

But this time, Yang Fei had taken all of the stakes for himself.

"This monster is simply beyond words."

Although the fact was right in front of her, Liang Jiayi still somewhat couldn't believe it, "Fan Song, that man, is the boss of Huaneng Electrical, very dominant."

"How could he obediently hand over the bet to you?"

This time, Yang Fei remained silent.

He just looked at his fist and chuckled merrily, his smile deep and meaningful.

Liang Jiayi quickly understood.

She screamed in fright, "Violence is strictly forbidden in Jingshui Villa, and you actually fought here... My God."

"Forget it, you better leave before Young Master Mingtai decides to pursue this matter."

Anxiously, she stood up and paced around in distress.

"No, no, if Young Master Mingtai comes after you, there's nowhere you can hide. What should we do? What should we do?"

"Just chill!"

Yang Fei, amused, pressed this delicate young woman down to sit on the bed.

He said smilingly, "No matter how dominant Xue Mingtai is, he has to be reasonable, right?"

"It was clearly Fang Tang and his group picking a fight. I was merely defending myself."

As he said this, a coldness flashed in his eyes.

"Of course, if Xue Mingtai isn't reasonable, I have ways to deal with him too."

"You don't know, Jingshui Villa strictly forbids violence. The last time two guys fought in Jingshui Villa, Xue Mingtai had someone break their legs and threw them out of the villa."

"Those two guys were not nobodies either. This time for you... what are we going to do?"

The more Yang Fei tried to calm her, the more anxious Liang Jiayi became, nearly bursting into tears.

In the end, Yang Fei simply spread his hands and said, "Don't worry, if Xue Mingtai wants to break my legs, I'll just run for my life. How's that?"

"After all, none of them can catch up to me."

Liang Jiayi was amused by him and broke into laughter, feeling somewhat more settled, yet she still couldn't fully calm down.

Within the grounds of Jingshui Villa, Jingshui River meandered past, forming five or six natural lakes of various sizes in the manor.

The most beautiful among them was called Little Mirror Lake.

At this very moment, Xue Mingtai was having tea with Ye Zi, Ming Xia, and Sister Ying on a waterside pavilion in Little Mirror Lake.

Only the top figures in this circle had the privilege of having a face-to-face chat with Xue Mingtai.

The most important point was not to be disliked by Xue Mingtai.

The tea was premium Da Hong Pao.

The clear tea in the blue and white porcelain bowl after the rain showed a golden glow, fragrant and enticing.

Ye Zi, dressed in a simple and clean cheongsam, her slender fingers skillfully brewing tea for everyone.

Watching her make tea was like observing an elegant and beautiful painting, a poem, filled with the charm of classical grace.

Sister Ying and Ming Xia both nodded in approval, smiling.

Honestly, the elite ladies of the Capital City all liked Young Master Mingtai.

However, Ye Zi was the only one who wholeheartedly devoted herself to catering to his preferences and lifestyle.

Even so, Young Master Mingtai didn't let Ye Zi stay at Jingshui Villa, nor did he accept her pursuit.

Admitting Ye Zi as his girlfriend was merely to avoid embarrassing her.

Ming Xia, dressed in a rather simple dress, had a special emotion flickering in her eyes as she looked at Young Master Mingtai.

However, she concealed this look very well.

Ming Xia sipped her cup gently, savoring the fragrance of the top-grade Da Hong Pao.

She praised, "Ye Zi, you've honed your tea-making skills impressively during your three years studying abroad."

Ye Zi, shyly glancing at the handsome Young Master Mingtai, was somewhat coquettish and somewhat proud.

"It's all for him. I especially went to Sang Country Capital University to study tea art. Everyone, please try it and give me some feedback."

Everyone tasting the tea praised it greatly.

But Xue Mingtai remained very quiet.

He sat hugging his knees, looking down at the withered lotus leaves by the waterside pavilion, deep in thought.

Just then, hurried footsteps disturbed the quiet moments of everyone.

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